Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.